babies, fairies, fairy babies, and more!

Wow, it seems like forever since I have posted..it has been forever! So far, 2013 has been..one hell of a year, and thankfully, it is finally beginning to get better for us. Health issues, family challenges, and fumbles in life have made us question so much, but thank God, we have God in our lives. I am also so thankful for my family, and friends..yes, you, all of you, for being so supportive, and hanging in there with me,  you all mean so much..thank you xoxox Christel

FaeWees* Faries, and Fun!

Hello everyone! It has been a bit since I posted, lots going on here..too much to mention, not all good, but that's life right? These are what I have created since I was last here, and it makes me so happy to share them with you! I will be to visit you soon! xoxo Christel

Hello again, This is baby Astrid, as you can see, she is quite tiny! I am finally....getting better at making tiny eyes. Astrids eyes are not computer generated, they are hand painted, only 1.5 mm! I coated them with fimo baking gel, which gives even the tiniest eyes, a clear lens, and makes them look very realistic! Little Astrid measures just two inches long! I made her little dress and bonnet from a small piece of vintage style lace in cream and pink. Her little diaper was made from a 3/4 inch triangel of pink cotton! Hope you are all having a great week! xoxox Christel

Astrid is for sale on my ebay now! 

Amegen and the Fairy Dust

Hello friends, Please meet little Amegen! She has a very special bottle of Fairy Dust to sprinkle whenever, and wherever you might need a little magic!

Amegen is listed on ebay now! xoxox Christel

~~ Olive~~

Hello everyone, It is very late here, but I just wanted to sneak in a photo of Olive, my sweet little girl I have on ebay right now. She comes with her chair, blanket, and hand made rag dollie! See you all Monday! xoxox Christel

Hazel..a little whimsical Pixie Girl!

 This is my newest little Pixie girl..Hazel!I went a little wild with her clothing..I think she turned out cute! She is quite flexible, and can be posed in many different ways. She is a little bigger than my usual sculptures, at 6 inches. She is listed on my ebay now! Hope you are all having a great start to your week. xoxo Christel

more new minis!

Hi Everyone! Hope you are having a great week, and weekend. These are my newest minis, on ebay now! xoxo Christel

Hello Friends

Hello! wow, it seems like a month of Sundays since my last post. I have had so much going on here at home, that I simply have not had the time to manage my own blog, nor to visit any of yours! I hope to visit you all soon.In the meanwhile, here are a few of the dolls I have listed presently on ebay, as well as a couple previously sold. As always, you can click on my ebay button to see what is available now!

  The new year is bringing many changes for me and my family already..some good, and some not. Rather than making this a dreary post, I opt to simply leave it at that. I hope you are all doing great, I think about many of you often, wishing you only lifes best. keep smiling..and know God hears us!

The Little Match Seller 2012 SE

The Little Match-Seller

by

Hans Christian Andersen

(1846)

T was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.

Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year’s eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.

She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant’s. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.

The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year’s day.

This is the fourth year I have created the Little Match Seller for the Christmas Season, although a tragic, and sad story, I feel it is relevant  and worthy of creating a special piece each year. She is for sale on my ebay now. Thank you friends for all your support! XOXO Christel